Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Hello from Godknowswhere Arizona. Much has happened since the last ill-formatted, backseat yammerathon, so, in the interest of expediency: onwards.

Right now, believe it or not, I'm listening to birdmonster. If it were possible, I'd just have the LP hooked up into my vein. Or I'd huff a rag made from the LP. Actually, I'd prefer the rag. I'm phobic of needles. But the addiction has a purpose today: we finally decided which songs go where, which songs have roast beef, which songs have none, and which little songs go wee, wee, wee, all the way home.

But that isn't to say that everything's mixed. Mr. Cook is working on the last song (both in his process and on the disc, coincidentally), our one reallllly long one. We aren't talking Wagnerian length here. Or even Dream Theatre...narian. Just 7 minutes. Any way, once that's waxed, there's mastering and...well...then it's yours.

By the way : I apologize in advance for any mispellings or thoroughly unfunny jokes. I blame it on a head full of mucus and the incredibly shitty Dakota Fanning, De Niro movie I suffered through last night. Don't watch that movie. I beg of you. Put in Gymkata instead. Or something with Heston, preferably being Biblical or violent, even more preferably both. Moses Chainsaw Massacre is a great place to start.

Except for the aforementioned album hoopla, the tour moseys on. The show in Los Angeles was pleasantly well-attended, despite soggy weather, and Division Day sounded as good as I've seen them. We're actually heading out with them in April, up through the Pacific Northwest, but more on that later. One extra cool thing about Monday: I got to meet an original member of At the Drive-In, who bought me a Red Stripe, overpayed us for an EP, and had glowing things to say about the show. That was nice.Unlike my pre-show pancakes, which tasted like the gruel from some Dickens book or another. For shame, Brite Spot. Is Bisquick too much to ask?

I never said Dakota Fanning was shitty. In fact, she was pretty damn good in that movie---Hide n' Seek, Lost n' Found, something like that. The movie, on the other hand, was shitty. DeNiro mailed it in for two hours, the plot twist made me gouge out my eyes, and the sixth-sense-iness of the whole thing was a little too much to handle. So, you've got a good child actress in a bad fuckin' movie. It's like if Botacelli sang on the new Kid Rock record: he'd still be Botacelli, but he'd be on a shitty record. Understand?